Last week, I was picking him up from Sarah’s Day Care - his wonderful home away from home – and his teacher approached me.

Thankfully, she had a smile on her face.

“I have to tell you what Dylan said to me today,” she laughed.

At that moment, a million thoughts ran through my head: Did he repeat something “inappropriate?” Was he just being 3 and talking without a filter? Did he tell her the name of his first goldfish (that’s another story - if you want to know, send me a message)?

To give you some context, I had taken my son for a haircut at Sport Clips, off Ambassador Caffery Parkway, the day before his school pictures.

Dylan's school pictures at Sarah's Day Care last week.(Photo11: COURTESY OF MOMMY)

Dylan’s teacher complimented his new look, asking him if Mommy took him for a haircut.

His response?

“Yes, she did, but first we went to the drive-through daiquiri stand.”

I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not as bad as it sounds.

Let me back up a little bit.

Dylan and I are falling in love with the culture in Lafayette, but we’re still adjusting to the “differences” associated with living down here.

I’ll never forget my first day in Louisiana.

We got off the plane in New Orleans, preparing for a 2-plus hour drive to our new home town, and proceeded to wait for our luggage.

Turns out, the bags never made it onto the plane.

I remember staring down into my purse, which consisted of a wallet and Dylan’s fruit snacks.

That’s it.

Dylan rides a horse at DnD Farm in Maurice last weekend.(Photo11: COURTESY OF MOMMY)

I had a business dinner that night, so I frantically started Googling places to shop. All I needed was Macy’s and a MAC cosmetics counter, but I had no clue where the hell I was, so I was stressed, to say the least.

A couple hours later, I landed at the Acadiana Mall.

Within a very short window of time, I had to navigate the maze of stores – which I still can’t understand – find something for myself and Dylan, check into our hotel and look presentable enough for a night out with several editors.

I’m still operating on New Jersey speed, so I was racing around, pushing Dylan in his carriage and not paying close enough attention to the people around me.

I ran over a woman’s foot. She was wearing flip-flops, and my son is 45 pounds.

Not good.

Based on my experiences in Jersey, I was preparing for the worst. I began profusely apologizing, waiting to be raked through the coals, and to my surprise, all I got was, “That’s ok ma’am,” followed by a sympathetic smile.

What planet was I on?

Dylan takes in the scenery at DnD Farm in Maurice last weekend.(Photo11: COURTESY OF MOMMY)

As I got over the shock of my exchange – in which no profanities or dirty looks were used – I thought to myself, “Wow, that was awesome … but damn, I could really use a cocktail right now.”

Lo and behold, “New Orleans Original Daiquiris” loomed across the street.

I heard about this before, when I was visiting a couple months back: You drive up to the window, order a drink, put it in your cup holder and pop the straw after you’ve parked at home.

I was stressed, pressed for time, and I desperately needed to relax before meeting up with my co-workers, so I pulled up and ordered something pink. I think it was called the “Victoria’s Secret.”

Of course, Dylan didn’t want to miss out.

“Mommy, what about me?” he asked.

Turns out, this place is kid-friendly, too – I ordered a non-alcoholic strawberry banana drink for him, and we were on our way.

Dylan is now addicted to the drive-through daiquiri stand.

Because we just moved here and I want this transition to be as smooth as possible, I’ve been a little more lenient with treats and behavior incentives for my son.

With that comes semi-regular runs to the daiquiri stand after he’s had a good day at school – just for Dylan’s smoothie, of course (usually).

If you see us there, first round’s on me – and if you’re the lady whose foot I ran over, I’ll buy you a double!

Shari Puterman is the Features Content Strategist for The Daily Advertiser. Have a story to tell? Email sputerman@theadvertiser.com.